My name is Shang – or Winter.
So this is peace.
You think, and magically . . . a strawberry appears!
Yes, but why?
The brown thrasher, fantastic rat floating through the spruces, is astonishing.
Like young girls gorgonized into the innocence of being mountain-forms.
They are wearing silk from Shantung as they change.
My pachinko strategy is to sit for hours at a time pretending I’m a steel ball.
A steel ball floating gently through the air!